A rush proofreading job had to be in New York on Monday. The job was on paper, meaning (duh!) that it couldn’t be sent electronically. UPS, my usual overnight carrier, doesn’t ship on or off the island on weekends (and I wasn’t done in time to make the 3 p.m. cutoff on Friday), but USPS’s Express Mail does go out on Saturdays. The latest deadline for Express Mail is 1 p.m., when the window closes at the Vineyard Haven post office.
Which is where I was at about 12:40 yesterday afternoon, sliding the proof pages into a Tyvek envelope and filling out the shipping form.
The Vineyard Haven p.o. can be pretty hairy on a Saturday morning, with the line snaking from the counter around the center island and down the hall toward the mailboxes. This snaking is mirrored out in the parking lot, which the post office shares with Cumby’s, Cumberland Farms, the convenience store that doubles as a stage for the Vineyard’s best after-hours weirdness. People despair of finding a parking place (thanks in part to all the motorists who stash their vehicles here while doing their errands elsewhere in town), so they stop any old where and leave their engines running while they run inside.
On top of all that, the Vineyard Haven post office is located at beautiful Five Corners, the island’s most notorious intersection — the place where a roundabout might not be a bad idea. The Steamship dock is just a few dozen yards away, and all traffic bound to or from the ferries has to pass through Five Corners. To exit the p.o. parking lot, so do most postal and Cumby’s patrons, especially if they’re bound for Oak Bluffs. The island-savvy driver will turn right instead of left and escape the back way, up Skiff Ave. to the Edgartown Road. Mileage-wise, it’s almost three times farther if you go that way to OB, but when the traffic’s bad in summer it can take less time and cause you a lot less hassle.
At 12:40 on an early February afternoon, neither the parking lot nor the post office was crowded. “Are they gonna occupy the post office?” wondered the guy just ahead of me in line. I looked out the door: eight or ten people, bundled up in fleece or down, were standing at Five Corners holding signs. A clerk asked if they were on government property. We said no.
Five Corners is the island’s default demonstration site. On paper this makes some sense: it’s nothing if not centrally located, and the Martha’s Vineyard Times office is just a stone’s throw up the Beach Road. In practice it’s lousy. Acoustics are terrible, thanks to the traffic: speakers and even multi-voice chanting is only audible a few feet away, which means that music is pretty much out. Music is close to crucial for raising energy at demonstration, so it’s no surprise that Five Corners demos tend to be, well, boring. The only exception I can remember is the one got up in the early 1990s in defense of Diarrhea Roses, the Vineyard’s own ingenious grunge band. The signs! the costumes! the chants! That one was a hoot.
This one wasn’t. It was organized by OWS MV, aka Occupy Wall Street Martha’s Vineyard. Among the signs was an island perennial: WAR IS NOT THE ANSWER. Another, homemade, said OCCUPY PEACE. Whazzat mean? I thought about opening the window and yelling “Occupy the Chamber of Commerce!” as I drove through the intersection, but I was too lazy and I figured either they wouldn’t hear it or they wouldn’t get it if they did.
Back in November, in “99%,” I set down some of my reservations about the Occupy Wall Street movement — less about OWS itself than about its privileged, middle-aged cheerleaders. These haven’t changed, and they apply in spades to OWS MV. Its Facebook page consists of one link after another to protests in Washington, New York, Oakland — virtually nothing to link OWS to MV, where income inequality isn’t exactly a foreign concept, not to mention all those houses that are unoccupied eight or ten months of the year.
Last week the most exciting news to blip my radar was the huge backlash against the Susan G. Komen Foundation’s decision to “de-fund” Planned Parenthood. I posted this on my Facebook page:
Exhilarated by the backlash against the Komen foundation. Note to OWS people: The problem is bigger than your 1%. Women are still fighting for the right to occupy our own bodies.
Rather than post something similar on the OWS MV page, I decided to wait and see if anyone else mentioned it. So far, no one has.
I just finished reading Kathryn Stockett’s The Help. Yeah, I know: a movie’s already been made of it, and I just got around to reading the book. The Help is about the coming of the civil rights movement to Jackson, Mississippi, in the early to mid-1960s, but none of the novel’s many major and minor characters occupies a lunch counter, sits at the front of a bus, or goes to Washington to march with Dr. King in August 1963. (Some of them do watch the march on TV, however.) Most of the novel takes place in private homes, especially in the kitchens. Through the interactions of a varied cast of characters, black and white, mostly women but with a few men in supporting roles, Stockett does an amazing job of showing how change happens at the personal, interpersonal, and community level.
So far, OWS MV has been unable or unwilling to focus on Martha’s Vineyard, even though there’s plenty going on here that could use a little occupying. Maybe they could use a little help from The Help.
Love the paintball splats on the map, Susanna! Love the map. too. It looks like one of those old fashioned treasure maps.
Not sure I want to occupy my body (have had lots of therapy to do so). But I do appreciate your bringing it up as an idea. I’ll think about it some more.
Your blog today made me realize we do have a roundabout on the Island…a the ferry terminal where the busses stop. Could they build one like that at 5 corners instead of the blinker intersection. Now that one I’d be in favor of.
Did you ever see the “stop the roundabout” video that Trip Barnes made? One scene showed one of his trucks trying to get around that little circle at the SSA dock. I can’t find it at MVTV’s Video on Demand page, where it used to be — it may not be available any longer.